Dark of Night

There’s something there in dark of night --

lying low, avoiding light.

My shadow now I cannot see

though darkened shadows follow me.

What be that ghostly sound I hear

awakening primordial fear?

It’s just the wind. It cannot be

something evil stalking me.

A scream! A caterwauling cat?

No cat of mine e’er sounded that….

It’s colder now; I know not why

but I’m too young a man to die.

I quick my pace against the dark

and quickly I must cross the park;

I need to rest, though I not dare.

Deep in the night there’s…something there